On the day of the blind date, I had a flash marriage with a wealthy man
Chapter 200 Had sex many times
There was a hint of humility in this voice.
The moment Qiao Qiao gave him the answer, the night outside the balcony became quieter and darker.
It was so quiet that he could hear his heartbroken voice.
Qiao Qiao didn't answer him directly, which proved that she hesitated.
Or, don't love it.
That's why he didn't answer her directly.
Otherwise, once she knew something in her mind, she would say it outright.
Shanglu held the nanmu railing anxiously, and suddenly said, "Forget it, don't tell me the answer..."
Qiao Qiao, who was thousands of miles away, felt a little sour in his heart.
What made her even more sour was some of her moods.
Blowing the cold wind, looking at the snowflakes, she said:
"Shanglu, you should know that when I'm with you, I want to avoid the trouble of being harassed by Chen Yajun."
"It's also to find someone who is suitable for living with a fire and spend the rest of my life together. I'm not here for love."
Shanglu's slumped shoulders looked a little frustrated.
Under the night, his slender and stalwart figure looked particularly lonely.
But try to use a calm tone to hide the uneasiness in his heart, "I know."
She said it all when she got married.
He asked again, "What about after marriage, during the half a year we got together after marriage, did you ever love me?"
After asking this sentence, Shang Lu's entire back collapsed and stiffened.
He gripped the railing more tightly.
The more overwhelmed you are, the tighter you are.
"..." Qiaoqiao on the other end didn't answer him immediately.
She looked up at the same night sky as Shanglu and asked, "Shanglu, it's snowing here in Wenzhou, how about yours?"
"Qiao Er." Shanglu's voice was hoarse, revealing unprecedented humbleness, "Answer my question directly, what about after marriage, did you fall in love with me after marriage?"
"Shanglu, at our age, it is impossible to love vigorously, let alone someone else." She was telling the truth.
It was all her true state of mind after going through so much.
She was dumped twice.
Once it was the biological parents who gave birth to her and raised her until she was four years old.
Once it was He Qidong who grew up with her and lived a stormy life together, also without the love of his parents.
Although they had only officially been in love for three years, they could be regarded as childhood sweethearts, and He Qidong left in the end.
This kind of experience has created her character of not wanting to depend on anyone.
Naturally, he will not let himself become a love brain, and will not love so madly.
To be honest, it might hurt a little.
So, she continued to appease Shanglu.
"Shanglu, of course, you are the marriage partner of my choice."
"Whether you are a migrant worker after bankruptcy or the richest man in Pengcheng, you are my husband."
"I will work hard to adapt to our status difference, and I will still take this marriage seriously."
Her answer was neither thick nor weak, and she was extremely serious.
Shang Lu smiled softly.
There was a hint of pain and helplessness in the laughter.
The hand holding the railing loosened unconsciously.
In the palm, no more strength.
It's better not to give such an answer than she gave.
People who live with each other! ?
After all... just don't love.
"Is it snowing heavily over there?" He changed the subject as if to divert the depression in his heart.
"I guess when I wake up tomorrow morning, I will see heavy snow bending the branches on both sides of the road." Qiao Qiao looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky outside the balcony, and agreed.
"It must be cold. Have you turned on the heat in your room?"
"Ah."
"Go to bed early, cover the quilt, and don't catch a cold."
"Shanglu." Qiaoqiao called him.
"I'd rather you call me husband." Shang Lu's voice seemed to be rested, with a trace of expectation.
"..." Qiao Qiao couldn't yell out.
Still not quite used to that greasy and crooked address.
It probably has something to do with her independent and independent character.
Shanglu said without restraint at all, "Qiao Er, when you were in the same room with me, when you called me husband emotionally on me, you were really charming."
Qiaoqiao: "..."
It's not something to be shy about either.
Everyone is a real couple who have slept many times and had many in-depth exchanges.
Nothing to be shy about.
It's just that in this charming and quiet night, talking about such an explicit topic seems a bit...
"Shanglu, I'm going to bed." Qiaoqiao reminded, "Don't be too late."
"Ah."
The phone beeped and hung up.
Shanglu's hand holding the phone hangs down.
Falling weakly to the side of the body.
With the other hand, he subconsciously took out the cigarettes in the nightgown pocket.
It was just left over.
All the calmness and composure he had pretended in front of Qiao Qiao just now collapsed like a rock.
Irritability, feeling twisted.
The more this is the case, the more anxious I am to turn on the lighter, wanting to light a cigarette to relieve boredom.
The fireworks of the flash cannon were extinguished by the wind time and time again.
I hit it again, but I refused to burn it.
When he was depressed, he even bullied him with a lighter.
He threw the lighter on the carpet, crumpled up the cigarettes in his hands, and threw them down together.
At this time, there is a reminder message on the phone.
It was Qiaoqiao's WeChat that came in: Shanglu, before I hung up, I wanted to ask you, should you be formal, take me to your real home, and take a look?
Phytrol replied: It should, I will arrange it, are you free?
Qiao Qiao: I will find time if I don’t have time. I’ll go back to Pengcheng the day after tomorrow.
Shanglu: I'll pick you up at the airport.
Qiao Qiao: No need.
Shanglu: ...
After a while, Shanglu sent her another message: Qiaoer, thank you.
Qiaoqiao: Thank you for what?
Shanglu: Concealing your identity, such a big matter, thank you for forgiving me.
Qiao Qiao: I don't know if I can adapt to your new identity, but I tried my best...to sleep.
Shanglu: Good night!
Two days later, Qiao Qiao flew back to Pengcheng.
She did not tell Shang Lu which flight she was on.
But when the plane landed, she turned on her mobile phone and received a message from Shanglu: Qiao Er, I will wait for you at the pick-up gate 5, and you will see me when you come out.
She frowned.
She didn't even tell the man which flight she was on, but he actually came.
Not surprising.
He is the richest man in Pengcheng, not to mention checking the flight number, even if it is a needle in a haystack, with his power, it is easy.
After exiting the airport pick-up gate, Shang Lu came over, took the bag from her hand, and handed it to the driver Xiao Chen.
"This is my driver." Shanglu introduced, "Xiao Chen."
Xiao Chen called out respectfully, "Ma'am."
Knowing that the third master and his wife are having conflicts these days, he hurriedly said sweetly, "Madam, the third master misses you so much these days that he doesn't think about eating and drinking. It will be good if you come back."
I have never experienced the feeling of being a wealthy wife.
Think of her as a rural girl who couldn't even eat enough to eat since she was a child, and suddenly one day she became the rich wife of the richest man in Pengcheng.
Someone was helping her with her luggage and calling her wife one after another.
How can not adapt to this sudden change.
Shang Lu glared at Xiao Chen, which meant that he blamed him for talking too much.
Immediately, he grabbed Qiao Qiao's hand, "Get in the car, it's windy outside."
The wide palm tightly clasped the five fingers of her left hand.
She is cold.
Shanglu held it even tighter, as if he wanted to give her all the warmth in his palm.
When he was just an IT worker before, the warmth between the couple made her feel very at ease.
Now he is the richest man in Pengcheng, the business tycoon standing at the top of the power, and she always feels unreal to treat her so meticulously.
His hands were clearly held tightly, but he didn't feel safe at all.
My heart began to worry about gains and losses.
How long can such a warm moment last...
I think she is used to being independent.
She can see who comes and who goes, very indifferently.
Have you ever been worried about gains and losses at this moment?
The moment Qiao Qiao gave him the answer, the night outside the balcony became quieter and darker.
It was so quiet that he could hear his heartbroken voice.
Qiao Qiao didn't answer him directly, which proved that she hesitated.
Or, don't love it.
That's why he didn't answer her directly.
Otherwise, once she knew something in her mind, she would say it outright.
Shanglu held the nanmu railing anxiously, and suddenly said, "Forget it, don't tell me the answer..."
Qiao Qiao, who was thousands of miles away, felt a little sour in his heart.
What made her even more sour was some of her moods.
Blowing the cold wind, looking at the snowflakes, she said:
"Shanglu, you should know that when I'm with you, I want to avoid the trouble of being harassed by Chen Yajun."
"It's also to find someone who is suitable for living with a fire and spend the rest of my life together. I'm not here for love."
Shanglu's slumped shoulders looked a little frustrated.
Under the night, his slender and stalwart figure looked particularly lonely.
But try to use a calm tone to hide the uneasiness in his heart, "I know."
She said it all when she got married.
He asked again, "What about after marriage, during the half a year we got together after marriage, did you ever love me?"
After asking this sentence, Shang Lu's entire back collapsed and stiffened.
He gripped the railing more tightly.
The more overwhelmed you are, the tighter you are.
"..." Qiaoqiao on the other end didn't answer him immediately.
She looked up at the same night sky as Shanglu and asked, "Shanglu, it's snowing here in Wenzhou, how about yours?"
"Qiao Er." Shanglu's voice was hoarse, revealing unprecedented humbleness, "Answer my question directly, what about after marriage, did you fall in love with me after marriage?"
"Shanglu, at our age, it is impossible to love vigorously, let alone someone else." She was telling the truth.
It was all her true state of mind after going through so much.
She was dumped twice.
Once it was the biological parents who gave birth to her and raised her until she was four years old.
Once it was He Qidong who grew up with her and lived a stormy life together, also without the love of his parents.
Although they had only officially been in love for three years, they could be regarded as childhood sweethearts, and He Qidong left in the end.
This kind of experience has created her character of not wanting to depend on anyone.
Naturally, he will not let himself become a love brain, and will not love so madly.
To be honest, it might hurt a little.
So, she continued to appease Shanglu.
"Shanglu, of course, you are the marriage partner of my choice."
"Whether you are a migrant worker after bankruptcy or the richest man in Pengcheng, you are my husband."
"I will work hard to adapt to our status difference, and I will still take this marriage seriously."
Her answer was neither thick nor weak, and she was extremely serious.
Shang Lu smiled softly.
There was a hint of pain and helplessness in the laughter.
The hand holding the railing loosened unconsciously.
In the palm, no more strength.
It's better not to give such an answer than she gave.
People who live with each other! ?
After all... just don't love.
"Is it snowing heavily over there?" He changed the subject as if to divert the depression in his heart.
"I guess when I wake up tomorrow morning, I will see heavy snow bending the branches on both sides of the road." Qiao Qiao looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky outside the balcony, and agreed.
"It must be cold. Have you turned on the heat in your room?"
"Ah."
"Go to bed early, cover the quilt, and don't catch a cold."
"Shanglu." Qiaoqiao called him.
"I'd rather you call me husband." Shang Lu's voice seemed to be rested, with a trace of expectation.
"..." Qiao Qiao couldn't yell out.
Still not quite used to that greasy and crooked address.
It probably has something to do with her independent and independent character.
Shanglu said without restraint at all, "Qiao Er, when you were in the same room with me, when you called me husband emotionally on me, you were really charming."
Qiaoqiao: "..."
It's not something to be shy about either.
Everyone is a real couple who have slept many times and had many in-depth exchanges.
Nothing to be shy about.
It's just that in this charming and quiet night, talking about such an explicit topic seems a bit...
"Shanglu, I'm going to bed." Qiaoqiao reminded, "Don't be too late."
"Ah."
The phone beeped and hung up.
Shanglu's hand holding the phone hangs down.
Falling weakly to the side of the body.
With the other hand, he subconsciously took out the cigarettes in the nightgown pocket.
It was just left over.
All the calmness and composure he had pretended in front of Qiao Qiao just now collapsed like a rock.
Irritability, feeling twisted.
The more this is the case, the more anxious I am to turn on the lighter, wanting to light a cigarette to relieve boredom.
The fireworks of the flash cannon were extinguished by the wind time and time again.
I hit it again, but I refused to burn it.
When he was depressed, he even bullied him with a lighter.
He threw the lighter on the carpet, crumpled up the cigarettes in his hands, and threw them down together.
At this time, there is a reminder message on the phone.
It was Qiaoqiao's WeChat that came in: Shanglu, before I hung up, I wanted to ask you, should you be formal, take me to your real home, and take a look?
Phytrol replied: It should, I will arrange it, are you free?
Qiao Qiao: I will find time if I don’t have time. I’ll go back to Pengcheng the day after tomorrow.
Shanglu: I'll pick you up at the airport.
Qiao Qiao: No need.
Shanglu: ...
After a while, Shanglu sent her another message: Qiaoer, thank you.
Qiaoqiao: Thank you for what?
Shanglu: Concealing your identity, such a big matter, thank you for forgiving me.
Qiao Qiao: I don't know if I can adapt to your new identity, but I tried my best...to sleep.
Shanglu: Good night!
Two days later, Qiao Qiao flew back to Pengcheng.
She did not tell Shang Lu which flight she was on.
But when the plane landed, she turned on her mobile phone and received a message from Shanglu: Qiao Er, I will wait for you at the pick-up gate 5, and you will see me when you come out.
She frowned.
She didn't even tell the man which flight she was on, but he actually came.
Not surprising.
He is the richest man in Pengcheng, not to mention checking the flight number, even if it is a needle in a haystack, with his power, it is easy.
After exiting the airport pick-up gate, Shang Lu came over, took the bag from her hand, and handed it to the driver Xiao Chen.
"This is my driver." Shanglu introduced, "Xiao Chen."
Xiao Chen called out respectfully, "Ma'am."
Knowing that the third master and his wife are having conflicts these days, he hurriedly said sweetly, "Madam, the third master misses you so much these days that he doesn't think about eating and drinking. It will be good if you come back."
I have never experienced the feeling of being a wealthy wife.
Think of her as a rural girl who couldn't even eat enough to eat since she was a child, and suddenly one day she became the rich wife of the richest man in Pengcheng.
Someone was helping her with her luggage and calling her wife one after another.
How can not adapt to this sudden change.
Shang Lu glared at Xiao Chen, which meant that he blamed him for talking too much.
Immediately, he grabbed Qiao Qiao's hand, "Get in the car, it's windy outside."
The wide palm tightly clasped the five fingers of her left hand.
She is cold.
Shanglu held it even tighter, as if he wanted to give her all the warmth in his palm.
When he was just an IT worker before, the warmth between the couple made her feel very at ease.
Now he is the richest man in Pengcheng, the business tycoon standing at the top of the power, and she always feels unreal to treat her so meticulously.
His hands were clearly held tightly, but he didn't feel safe at all.
My heart began to worry about gains and losses.
How long can such a warm moment last...
I think she is used to being independent.
She can see who comes and who goes, very indifferently.
Have you ever been worried about gains and losses at this moment?
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